Missiles

When I was on the phone to Mom, last night, she was upset / afraid. The kids, at the back of the house, were throwing things at the house, AGAIN ! 

I suppose WE should be grateful, it was lemons, NOT ROCKS, this time.



They are such  RUBBISH !   Out of control, spoilt rich, white brats.



She had picked most of them up, and they were all lined up, in the scullery,  by the time I arrived home this morning, from gym, but this one remained.  So I blipped it.

PS. Some of the lemons, still had some juice in them, so I used them, in my lemon cheese pudding.  Haha.  Waste not, want not.   Or maybe, I should say, "turning lemons, into lemon aide".